Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

The bitterest seed

 

We all were told that we would succeed,

We would couple up, get a job and breed

Well you treat your kid like a common brute

They say the bitterest plant grows the sweetest fruit

 

They learned it all from the vineyard site

Make them starve for water, starve for light

You nurture lack till it becomes acute

They say the bitterest plant grows the sweetest fruit

 

And the boys, and the boys wear ties,

And the girls, and the girls wear bows,

You can hear, you can hear them cry

When the north, when the north wind blows

 

You wish for change in the well or shrine

But the grape don’t fall far from the vine

You work them down till they’re deaf and mute

You know the bitterest plant grows the sweetest fruit

 

So they run away with a crippled lilt

But you spare yourself from shock or guilt

You know your kids were born into good repute

And the bitterest plant grows the sweetest fruit    

 

And they live their life by the measured mile

But the heart inside is volatile

When you motivate with a steel toe boot

You know the bitterest plant grows the sweetest fruit

 

Now you fire your dreams into your kids

You may think it’s fine but I don’t think it is

You’ve got expensive guns to kill the crows

You can hear them cry when the north wind blows

 

And the bitterest seed grows the bitterest root

Grows the bitterest bud grows the bitterest fruit

And the bitterest seed grows the bitterest chute

Grows the bitterest branch grows the bitterest, bitterest, grows the bitterest fruit